Shadow Mountain careful with that axe, eugene

A black feather, beneath her paws. She'd taken it gently between her teeth, after lifting the boulder that pressed it to the ground. It was a bit weathered, but still largely intact, nearly as soft and gleaming as the day her brother had presented it to her.

"For the you, now."

"I keep for. . .forever."

She'd cradled it to her body as she slept, grief racking her body in waves the night after Cicero and her brothers had departed. Tearlessly wept, wondering when they'd return. . .and if she'd made a terrible mistake.

"Wake up."

It was Euron's voice in her ear, but the paw that slammed down next to her head was considerably larger then her brother's. His next words went unheard as she winced, skull throbbing. She cringed away, eyelids peeling open to slits as she peered up at him.

He bore a striking resemblance to Aries, and for a long second, she thought it was him, come to rescue her from this hell. But while the Svartell's eyes were cruel, this young man's were crueler still, and he held notes of brown in his pelt that her friend did not have. With a small shudder, she rolled onto her belly, sitting up as much as her aching body would allow.

"Who are you?" she murmured, voice hoarse with disuse. "What do you want from me?"